Name: Roger Taylor 2007-07-12 16:21 ID:iQEhcvcP
The following is my account on the French Revolution, what made it what it was, and what ultimately proved to be it's decisive downfall.
We will start in 1786. Colonel Boogertron was busy readying his troops for his encounter with Count Duckula. "Blast this infernal battery!" He said. "It won't go in. How am I meant to face Count Duckula without a chocolate Easter egg with a battery stuffed into it?"
"Allow me sir" Replied Mong. Mong cut the easter egg open with a pair of scissors before slotting the battery into place."
"Thank you you good for nothing old CUNT"
With these words, Mong took it upon himself to outstretch his arms, look up at the ceiling with a fixed smile on his face, and then stomp around in circles, clapping.
Count Duckula burst's into the room, consequently doing a little wiggle.
"Took you long enough, you rascal" Explained Boogertron, raising a Turk to his breast.
"Well you shouldn't have told me to come so late them!" Replied Duckula, with a knowing look and a half smile on his face.
The troops were in position, outside the manner, waiting for Colonel Boogertron's signal. There was a hushed silence over the whole camp and a tinging sense of anticipation in the air.
"So." Stared Count Duckula. "I believe you have some business with me?"
"That is correct Count. I believe it's high time I took you on at..."
Boogertron paused. He took in a deep breath, then, with all his mught, shouted: "BEWARE THE JUDDER MAN MY DEAR WHEN THE MOON IS FAT! SPINDLE TOED AND CUNNING HE IS. YOU PLONKER DELLY CUNT"
With these woods, all the troops started at once, wooping as they went. They jumped into the swiming pool and got this party started!
"Dibs on the inflatable lounger!" Shouted Count Duckula.
Then one of the troops did a wee-wee in the pool and some of the people started laughing while others thought it was gross.
And so, the French Revolution came to it's dramatic close. Perhap's it's the excitement of studying history, but I suddenly really need a shit.
We will start in 1786. Colonel Boogertron was busy readying his troops for his encounter with Count Duckula. "Blast this infernal battery!" He said. "It won't go in. How am I meant to face Count Duckula without a chocolate Easter egg with a battery stuffed into it?"
"Allow me sir" Replied Mong. Mong cut the easter egg open with a pair of scissors before slotting the battery into place."
"Thank you you good for nothing old CUNT"
With these words, Mong took it upon himself to outstretch his arms, look up at the ceiling with a fixed smile on his face, and then stomp around in circles, clapping.
Count Duckula burst's into the room, consequently doing a little wiggle.
"Took you long enough, you rascal" Explained Boogertron, raising a Turk to his breast.
"Well you shouldn't have told me to come so late them!" Replied Duckula, with a knowing look and a half smile on his face.
The troops were in position, outside the manner, waiting for Colonel Boogertron's signal. There was a hushed silence over the whole camp and a tinging sense of anticipation in the air.
"So." Stared Count Duckula. "I believe you have some business with me?"
"That is correct Count. I believe it's high time I took you on at..."
Boogertron paused. He took in a deep breath, then, with all his mught, shouted: "BEWARE THE JUDDER MAN MY DEAR WHEN THE MOON IS FAT! SPINDLE TOED AND CUNNING HE IS. YOU PLONKER DELLY CUNT"
With these woods, all the troops started at once, wooping as they went. They jumped into the swiming pool and got this party started!
"Dibs on the inflatable lounger!" Shouted Count Duckula.
Then one of the troops did a wee-wee in the pool and some of the people started laughing while others thought it was gross.
And so, the French Revolution came to it's dramatic close. Perhap's it's the excitement of studying history, but I suddenly really need a shit.